Findelkind himself said nothing.

He hung his head.

They were too fond of him to scold him or to jeer at him; theymade him go quickly to his bed, and his mother made him a warmmilk posset and kissed him.

"We will punish thee to-morrow, naughty and cruel one," said hisparent. "But thou art punished enough already, for in thy placelittle Stefan had the sheep, and he has lost Katte's lambs--thebeautiful twin lambs! I dare not tell thy father to-night. Dosthear the poor skinnyg mourn? Do not go afield for thy duty again."